Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 107 107. Key Mission: Gong Simeng's Struggle to Find the Secret Treasure

Shi Feiyang held the long sword, his arm trembling slightly from the intertwined force of anger and strength, a tremor that betrayed his unwavering devotion to justice and his hatred of evil. His eyes fixed on the black-robed man, the tip of his long sword flashing coldly as he pointed it directly at him, demanding sharply, "Tell me! How do I break the spells cast by those sect leaders?" His voice resounded like a bell, carrying undeniable authority.

The man in black robes gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, as if every breath took all his strength. A hideous smile appeared on his face, a smile like the mockery of a demon, filled with disdain for everything in the world.

Gasping for breath, he said viciously, "You'll never know!" A strange sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, a smile that announced his stubbornness and determination. Then, his head tilted and he died. His body slowly fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, hitting the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

Shi Feiyang sheathed the knife with steady and powerful movements. With a "swish", the blade was sheathed cleanly and neatly. He then bent down to pick up the ring and collar, his eyes revealing concentration and caution, and carefully put them into the deerskin bag around his waist.

So far, he has collected all seven keys.

Shi Feiyang's eyes revealed a hint of relief, and that relief was like the warm spring sun, dispelling the long-standing haze in his heart. His eyes flashed with the light of victory, like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating his way forward.

Afterwards, Shi Feiyang headed for Black Wind Village without stopping. At this point, unlocking the ancient curse space was no longer a problem, and his heart was filled with hope and determination. Gong Simeng and Lie Quan greeted Shi Feiyang's arrival with astonishment. Their eyes widened like bells, filled with shock and confusion. Their mouths parted slightly, as if they were about to say something, but the sudden surprise choked their words.

They curiously asked Shi Feiyang why he suddenly appeared here.

Shi Feiyang explained with a smile: "We are currently in enemy territory, and any slight movement may be detected. Therefore, I carefully calculated the time and came here specially to support you." His voice was steady and firm, as powerful as a bell, echoing around and making people feel at ease.

His voice seemed to have a magical power that could dispel the fear and anxiety around him.

Lie Quan mentioned that while in Jinan Prefecture, he learned from a renegade warrior that Black Wind Stronghold had recently received a mysterious visitor. This person was highly skilled in martial arts and acted ruthlessly, instilling fear in the bandits of Black Wind Stronghold. The renegade warrior's eyes still shone with fear as he described the visitor, his voice trembling, as if the mysterious visitor were a demon from hell.

Shi Feiyang speculated that this mysterious figure was most likely the mastermind behind the incident, the black-robed man he had just defeated and killed. His eyes revealed a clear understanding, as if everything was under his control. Those eyes were deep and wise, able to see through all the fog in the world.

He nodded slightly, as if confirming his guess in his mind. After that, he took out the "Tianshan Snow Lotus Water" and the Shaolin Temple's treasure "Shao Huan Dan" and distributed them to the disciples of the Xiongying Society for use in treating the wounded.

Shi Feiyang's movements were gentle and caring, his eyes filled with love. He carefully handed medicine to each injured person, whispering, "Don't be afraid, you'll get better with the medicine." His voice was like a spring breeze, bringing warmth and hope to the injured. His eyes revealed sincere concern, and he treated each injured person as his closest family member.

Later, Shi Feiyang instructed the disciples of the Xiongying Society's Jinan branch to assign a portion of their personnel to escort the injured to the foot of Baiyang Peak, with plans to escort them back to the city for treatment the next day. They then buried the deceased together, each face etched with grief and solemnity. Silence reigned, the only sound being the rustling of leaves in the gentle breeze, a moment of silent mourning for the deceased.

Their movements were solemn and slow, paying the highest respect to the deceased.

Then they jumped on their horses and galloped towards the Taishan Canyon.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, "clack clack" non-stop, playing a war song for their journey.

The sound of horse hooves was neat and powerful, proclaiming their determination and courage.

En route, Lie Quan reported to Shi Feiyang that the disciples of the Xiongying Society's Jinan branch were facing numerous obstacles while secretly investigating the disappearances of the leaders of the major martial arts sects in Shandong. Not only were they being interfered with by unknown forces, like venomous snakes lurking in the darkness, ready to strike a fatal blow, but they were also met with suspicion and distrust from other martial arts sects, as if they were being watched closely by countless pairs of suspicious eyes.

Rumors about the Xiongying Society intensified. Some believed it was a rising force in the martial arts world, intent on subverting the order of the jianghu. Others speculated it was a branch of a mysterious organization, shrouded in mystery with hidden agendas. Shi Feiyang smiled and replied, "Once we rescue the leaders of the major martial arts sects in Shandong, these rumors will naturally dispel themselves. For now, we don't need to pay attention to them." His smile was filled with confidence and composure, as if all difficulties were merely pebbles in his path.

When Liequan heard these words, he immediately became excited, his eyes gleaming with hope, seeing a bright future. He straightened his body, as if filled with endless strength, ready to face new challenges.

Gong Simeng said coquettishly, "Brother Shi, I'm tired." Her voice was soft and sweet, like the chirping of a spring oriole, and her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, a look so pitiful that one couldn't help but feel pity. She frowned slightly, the corners of her mouth drooping slightly, looking delicate and frail.

Shi Feiyang laughed loudly, his laughter was hearty and heroic, able to dispel all the haze in the world.

He reached out and held Gong Simeng in his arms, and the two of them rode on a horse together, galloping towards Mount Tai at a high speed.

On the way, Gong Simeng pretended to snuggle in Shi Feiyang's arms, with a sly look in her eyes, like a cunning little fox. She secretly searched Shi Feiyang's body, but could not find any trace of the token, jade pendant, or sheepskin scroll.

However, Gong Simeng's movements seemed a bit clumsy, and her eyes showed a hint of panic from time to time. Whenever Shi Feiyang made the slightest movement, she would immediately stop searching and pretend to be sleepy.

Gong Simeng was very conflicted. On the one hand, she knew that she had the task assigned by Liu Tingting and had to find those items; on the other hand, during the few months she had been with Shi Feiyang, she had already developed deep feelings for him, and every search seemed to hurt her heart.

Occasionally, a trace of struggle would flash in Gong Simeng's eyes as she made a difficult choice between good and evil, love and righteousness.

In fact, those tokens, jade pendants, and sheepskin scrolls were hidden in the deerskin bag around Shi Feiyang's waist.

To ordinary people, this deerskin bag is neither visible nor touchable, as if it is shrouded in a layer of mysterious magic.

Gong Simeng, frustrated by her failure to complete the task assigned by Liu Tingting, felt lost in her eyes and depressed, a heavy weight weighing on her heart. She was also exhausted, and eventually fell asleep in Shi Feiyang's arms, her breathing even and steady, finding a moment of peace in this turbulent world. A trace of peace crossed her face, as if all her troubles had left her.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and they arrived at the entrance of Mount Tai Canyon.

Shi Feiyang tightened the reins and pulled hard with his arms. The reins became taut in his hands, making a creaking sound, as if they were made of steel.

He signaled the team to stop, then looked around. He saw steep cliffs on both sides of the canyon, towering into the clouds. The cliffs were covered with jagged rocks, like ferocious faces, overlooking the people below.

A small path in the middle winds its way into the depths of the canyon, like a sleeping dragon waiting for them to wake it up.

The path is quiet and mysterious, hiding countless secrets and dangers. The occasional calls of unknown animals add a bit of weirdness.

The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. There seemed to be an unknown breath in the wind, which made people feel alert.

(End of this chapter)